Her smiling girl-heart danced
behind the grey, grey hair.

—Terri Guillemets, 2019 August 5th, scrambled blackout poetry created from Enid Bagnold, National Velvet, 1935, pages 125–126

Keep playing

Keep playing, young one —
      keep playing
Keep playing, mother —
      keep playing
Keep playing, grandmother —
      keep playing
Keep playing, white-haired youth-at-heart —
      skip off into death
      with a giggling heart.

—Terri Guillemets, 2018 December 1st

Bass & beats

If I ever die of a heart attack, I hope it will be from playing my stereo too loud.

—Terri Guillemets, 1989 September 18th

P.S. This was a diary entry at 15 years old. But oh, how not true anymore! As the years and my concern for actual heart attacks have gradually increased, the volume knob has decreased. Guess I really am maturing. But people just love this quote from back in the day, so I will leave it for posterity. –tg, 2015